The soldier asked my name and did I come here very oftenWell I thought that he was asking me to danceIn my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnetWe'd have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance

[chorus]And now you say that you've got to goWell if you must you mustI suppose that you need the sleep of the just

Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the roadAnd I kept my strong opinions to my chestI suppose I should have told them that I was on fire for you

When the bus burst into flames outside some place, 'The Poet's Rest'

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A girl woke up in a naked light and said &quot;Oh no not again&quot;He even looked like her brother in the army but she never mentions himHe'll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirty-pictures girlSaying, 'You're some mother's daughter you know or is itimmaterial girl''

Now she's pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home townAll the soldiers taking turns with their attentionsAnd as they speculate what she'd look like beneath that thin nightgownHis family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down